It’s September 1, which is nothing significant for most people, except that today would have been my 30th wedding anniversary. Now, it’s a day like any other, and yet it feels like only yesterday when I walked down the aisle. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it; it’s a marriage that ended, but it’s not one to forget.
I’m not sure why I even care, except that thirty years is a huge milestone; sadly, our marriage did not survive to celebrate. It’s a little emotional, becoming easier with each year. With that, I find myself reminiscing about happier days as a married couple; there were many. Don’t get me wrong; this is not a pity party. It’s a day in a year, an anniversary; it’s not unlike a birthday; we recognize and acknowledge it somehow.
You can’t erase the past; it was what it was; it was my married life. There were many years spent together as a couple; it’s strange to be silent and not acknowledge this day when we’ve celebrated it for years. It’s ok to remember these milestones. Although it took me some time to get here, I know I’m in a good place, with a wonderful life ahead.
“Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together…”